A Holy Mite

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Starlight in the Night

Looking down on the Holy Mite,

A Little Bitty, A Tiny Thing,

But in this Babe, Hope, a King!

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All our worries, all our cares,

Hinge, now, in a stable there.

A Mighty Lord, who is Just and Right,

Has now been born, this starry night.

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But He’s so bitty, just a little thing!

What hope can so little bring?

But just as the promise in a single cell,

This little one holds much more than we can tell.

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And so God chose such a small beginning,

To give us hope, and it is fitting:

For this Christ Child, Our Christmas Treasure,

Shows how God can use our little measures.

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For if God, Who made the skies,

Can wrap Himself into where a little baby lies,

Than surely He can take the little in me,

And unfold it into a beautiful thing!

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For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

Joy Aletheia Stevens